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"We should try ice play" John randomly says as he stares up at the ceiling. Bobby is sitting up against the head board next to Pyro while he catches up on work as he's been a bit distracted by him lately — yes distracted as in they can't stay off each other- "what?” Bobby puts his book down as he looks over at his boyfriend. "I mean, you know.." John trails off as he sits up. "Use your mutation on me during sex" he explains bluntly which seems to stun the other. "I could hurt you" Bobby's tone expresses concern. There is a sudden shift in the bed as Pyro adjusts himself to straddle Iceman's lap. Out of habit Bobby's hands automatically find their way to hold onto his waist. "I'll be okay I promise" John reassures him as he leans forward, closer to the other man’s face.

"Just don't go into your complete ice form" John adds as he kisses along Bobby's jaw. He suddenly reaches down grabbing the other man's hand. "Just stick with the basics.. cold hands," John's voice dwindles off as he leads Bobby's hand to lay flat against his shirtless chest. "Cold breath" he lists lastly as their lips meet in a kiss. Bobby is hesitant on the idea, he has a good grip on his mutation but there have been times he got too into the moment and slipped up. It never bothers John though, he doesn't mind the little sting but still he is more sensitive to cold than anyone else. Bobby doesn't want to hurt him. "Are we gonna be doing fire play next"? Iceman jokes, smiling against his boyfriend's lips. He unintentionally catches John's attention with that idea; "I mean if you want we could give it a try".

There is a grin smeared across Pyro's face as he sits up, slightly grinding his ass down. Bobby swallows down a groan before he speaks; "I'll have to think about that, not everyone gets off on pain like you". John runs his hand through his own hair, pushing the strands in front of his face back — god that sight alone shoots pleasure down to Bobby's groin. The way John looks sitting on his lap, in nothing but jeans that sit low on his hips. A very obvious bulge in his pants.. suddenly Pyro is being flipped over onto his back, bouncing slightly from the impact of being thrown down on the bed. "If it's too much tell me to stop" Bobby's voices already sounds fucked out and they haven't even done anything. John glances up at the boy above him, still trying to process what just happened but he nods in agreement.

Their lips meet in a brief kiss, before Bobby trails further down. Mouthing at his jaw, biting and sucking along the curve of his neck. It's slow which is only excruciating to John, but the other plans on taking his time. Slowly introducing him to the new sensation. Bobby lets a cold air of breath glaze over his neck, frosting ever so slightly before using his tongue to sooth over it. John lets out a low moan, his own hands gliding and grabbing at his boyfriend's body — Bobby presses a few more wet kisses to his neck, lapping his tongue at his pulse before sucking down. Not enough to leave a mark but enough to have John pushing his hips up, searching for any kind of relief. But the bulge in his restricting pants only goes ignored- Iceman slides down his body, lips reaching his collarbone then chest.

Free to leave any marks he wants across the delicate skin. He presses light kisses around his chest, teeth occasionally grazing and tongue joining in. Bobby swears he can spend hours just doing this alone. Pyro on the other hand is slowly going insane, he doesn't want this to move slow. He never does.. "you know you won't brea-" his voice breaks off into a gutted moan. Bobby has let his hand join the fun, letting his fingers drop in temperature before twisting and gently pinching his nipple — "you okay?" Iceman makes sure to check in. All John does is nod, a breathy "yeah" following. He wants to ask for more, for him to do that again but he can't bring himself to. Luckily Bobby knows him better than he knows himself so John doesn't need to ask.

He uses one hand to toy with his nipple, the other being smothered by his tongue. Occasionally blowing cool air over the bud before using his tongue to melt the thin layer of ice — John's nails dig into the cold skin of Bobby's hip. Using the hold to push his hips to get some kind of friction while also trying to calm himself. Pyro isn't good at handling cold because of his own mutation, and even though Bobby isn't letting the temperature of his mutation drop too low, the cold still feels blistering for the other. But John must admit it's the good kind of pain.. where it mixes into pleasure — with both of his nipples being stimulated his jeans start feeling more confining, he needs more. "Come on.." John slightly whimpers. The smile on Bobby's face can be felt against his skin.

"You know it's not that hard to ask" Bobby teases, sitting up as his fingers drag down his stomach leaving a trail of frost. Pyro tries to flash his eyes up at him, give a look of warning but the breathy moan only makes him look pathetic — Iceman slowly gets up from where he was sitting not before grabbing the half empty bottle of lube.. he slides further down the bed so he can kneel between his boyfriends legs. "Are you doing okay? Your skin is red" Bobby's eyes scan his body as he slowly undoes John's jeans. "You don't have to keep asking, trust me I'll let you know if I'm not", he reassures, a slight warning in his tone. Goosebumps litter his skin, with streaks of red where ice lingered for a little too long. "Don't go kicking me again", he pulls John's jeans off, boxers going with as he talks.

"Don't bite my dick again and I won't" John says through a grin, a laugh hiding behind his smile. Bobby pushes his thighs apart, before hiking them up so he has full access; "not my fault you don't know how to control your hips". At this rate he's gonna get kicked again — Iceman leans in, giving his boyfriend a lasting kiss before making his way between his thighs. Lying on his stomach, with one of John's legs over his shoulder, the other bent beside his head. Their eyes stay locked as Bobby takes John's cock into his hand. He blows frosty air over the tip- a test. "Fuck" Pyro hisses but the look of pleasure on his face doesn't go unnoticed. He lays his head back against the pillow as lips slowly engulf him, the cold tongue circling and teasing the tip.. the most sensitive part of his body being introduced to the one thing he's most sensitive of. One of his only weaknesses — Bobby keeps his attention on the head, using his tongue then lips to suck around it. He's already leaking into his mouth, salty pre-cum joining the cold.

John runs his hand through Bobby's short hair, trying to find something to keep him grounded. But the sudden cold creeping down his cock as he's taken further into the other's mouth makes it hard to think of a single coherent thought. Pyro tries to focus on his breathing yet the increasing drop in temperature has him holding his breath. Sobs and moans stuck in his throat as Bobby hollows out his cheeks, his head starting to slowly bob. The salvia coating his cock feels like freezing water, and it doesn't help that every time Iceman breathes through his nose a cold rush of air hits John's stomach. It's slowly starting to feel more like torture rather than pleasure but the way his cock is twitching says different.. The almost blistering cold leaves a haze of pain that courses through his body, and somewhere along the way pain and pleasure becomes one.

Bobby's lips pop off the top, a string of saliva connecting from the head to his lips. His hand keeps an almost painful slow drag, wrist slightly twisting and tightening. He didn't stop to catch his breath, rather to add something to the mix. The click of a cap catches John's attention, but no questions need to be asked. "Shit-" Pyro sucks in a sharp breath. An Icy finger covered in lube circles around his entrance. His body should be pulling away but his hips fight the urge to push down. Bobby only teases the entrance, circling and slightly applying pressure. "Hurry up" John whines.. that's all he needs— it doesn't feel good, it really doesn't. The stretch and the cold only makes Pyro wanna push him away but he knows better. Once he's used to the feeling it will start to feel amazing, that's usually how it goes.. or so he hopes, this isn't all familiar.

Bobby slowly starts moving his finger, trying to get John used to the feeling. Usually he gives him more time before adding a second digit but at this rate that would take forever. There's no protest, nothing but a broken moan from his lips as Iceman introduces a second finger. John tightens around him — Bobby flattens his tongue against the head of his cock before slowly dragging it down the base. His breath isn't cold, he's trying to distract the other from the unpleasant feeling of his fingers. And fuck it works.. every lick, every suck, every twist of his hand Bobby can feel John's insides twitch and loosen. His plan isn't to fuck him, he wants to only use his mouth and fingers to bring Pyro to the brink. Which isn't hard. He knows exactly where to touch him, where to add pressure, where to massage.

Bobby takes a deep breath in before swallowing him back down, this time giving more effort. The cold feeling of his tongue is back, breath just as cold. Every time John's cock hits the back of his throat he hollows his cheeks out, sucking around all of him. And every time he's rewarded with the feeling of Pyro tightening around his fingers, and the sweet sound of moans, almost whimpers falling from his mouth.. his two fingers stretch and twist before finding that sweet spot. "Bobby" John whines out in response. Hands reaching for any kind of purchase, eventually landing on his head. He grips and slightly pulls at Bobby's hair.

Maybe he underestimated just how much he can handle because once those fingers deep inside him, pressing and rubbing all the good spots- drop in temperature, his eyes well up. From pain or pleasure? God he doesn't know.. it feels like there's ice cubes touching all his sensitive spots and it's overwhelming. John's hips can't help but seek for more, not sure whether to buck into Bobby's cold throat or push down on his digits. His hips only stutter — Pyro doesn't mean to but his hands push and nudge at his boyfriend's head like he's trying to break free. Bobby knows better though, he's seen him overstimulated. He knows John isn't asking him to stop, and if he stops he'll only sob from the loss. — Iceman flashes his eyes up, trying to catch a glimpse of the look on Pyro's face. But all that can be seen is his neck being bared. Head tilting all the way back, jaw stretched as he lets every sound crawling from his throat free. He doesn't feel in control anymore, he's completely in Bobby's hands.

Eventually he can feel his orgasm building and building with every touch, every lick and every suck. The way Bobby's icy fingers aren't letting up on his prostate, keeping constant attention on it only makes it all end quicker. "Fu- Bobby", John tries his best to speak but it all comes out in an incoherent mess. The only thing being heard is familiar moans and sobs — Bobby lets his cock fall from his mouth, yet keeping an abusive pace with his hand. He works and works him over until he's spilling all over his stomach and Bobby's fist. Iceman doesn't stop his movements but does slow. Making sure to milk him dry. John's sounds seem to get stuck in his throat through it all, his breath stilling as the tidal wave of pleasure washes over him.

Slowly removing his fingers Bobby sits up, his first mission to check on John. But when they meet face to face again he's caught with a surprise. John, fucking never-cries-John has tears streaking down his cheeks. "Hey, hey are you okay?" Bobby rushes to ask. Genuine worry in his tone. There's no stupid grin on Pyro's face, but to be fair he's still feeling the high of the intense orgasm.. "think you might've broke me" he finally says with a slight laugh. His voice sounds gutted, and exhausted. And for fucks sake he is, John feels like he could nap for a week — Bobby's been able to reduce John to nothing but a moaning mess, and vice versa but he's never made John cry. He doesn't know whether to feel horrible or proud?? If only he knew Pyro enjoys being pushed so far he can’t control himself, crying because of how good and overwhelming it felt. It's embarrassing and makes him feel almost weak but he also can't deny it wasn't a mind blowing experience..

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John doesn't let other people boss him around, he does what he wants when he wants. No matter the circumstances, but occasionally he'll tell them what to do. And they'll listen— Very good. Because well.. Bobby's always been the goody two shoes, an order is an order and he's not gonna disobey it. Even when it's the person who ticks him off the most telling him what to do. Of course it's only when he's thinking with his dick, cause why would he in his right mind do what John says??

The professor has had this meeting in the books for months. People in higher areas— the government, are coming to the school to learn more about it after they saved the world, once again. It's honestly mostly about Xavier getting recognition rather than proving mutants are here to help, not harm. So John doesn't care much for it but he's forced to sit on it like every other adult here — Pyro's eyes venture over to the body sitting beside him. Bobby's well focused on whatever the President-of-the-fucking-United-States is talking about. That alone should be John's tell-tell sign not to mess around, the president is here he doesn't need to fuck anything up like he usual does. But once again he doesn't care much..

A hand slides across Bobby's thigh, fingers resting on his inner thigh. He doesn't think much of it, as it's a common gesture they do when sitting together— John starts gently drumming the pad on his fingers on the curve of Bobby's inner thigh. Once again he doesn't take mind to it, although it may not be appropriate for the setting they are in. But if it keeps John sitting still and not causing a ruckus then he's not gonna complain. That's until his fingers creep further up, still on his thigh but a little too high to where this is on a thin line between a loving or sexual gesture. Bobby flashes his eyes over at the other to give a warning look but Pyro seems to be completely focused on the speech being given.

He's really not though, his mind is wandering to much more fun places. And well so is his hand.. fingers gently caress over his crotch, putting ever so slight pressure. If anything this is just a test touch to see how Bobby reacts. John full well expects his hand to be pushed away, or get told off. But Bobby only freezes up. Thighs clearly tensed from the sudden touch. Pyro keeps his hand where it lies for a few minutes which only keeps Bobby buzzing in his seat from anticipation. And although barely touched, the slow hardening within his confined pants can't go unnoticed — John pushes the palm of his hand against the slight bulge. Applying pressure to parts of Bobby that have him fighting back a moan. His hand finds its way on top of John's. At least one of them is smart enough to stop this before it goes any further.

Pyro tries to act unbothered, he only leans towards the other man before whispering; "meet me in our room". Before Bobby can protest John is already excusing himself from the room. Which he knows Charles will probably reprimand him for later — This really isn't the time or place to sneak off and act like a bunch of hormonal teenagers. But Bobby does as he's told, only a few minutes pass before he's sneaking out of the meeting. Rather than spending those minutes determining if he should stay or leave, he spent it thinking about all the things that will happen tonight. And that only gets him more worked up- He's not a rule breaker. Ever since they were younger Bobby was always the good student who made sure everyone was in line.

I guess things are different now, John is able to persuade him easily. One look and Bobby's hooked.. "This is by far the stupidest idea you've had," Bobby states as he enters their shared room. John is quick on him, hands grabbing at his waist. Their bodies being pushed flush together, crowding each other. "Yeah, you can lecture me later" Pyro says before their lips meet in a heated kiss. He's been waiting patiently all day to get Bobby on his own, and now they're pleased to do whatever they want while everyone is occupied downstairs. "But you're also the one who followed me" He says lastly, parting their lips only slightly to speak.. that's true, Iceman could've stayed there, ignored him. But he isn't too good at saying no, at least to John.

John slides one of his hands underneath the other's shirt, callous hands feeling around his stomach and chest, occasionally pulling at hips to try and bring them closer. All while their lips move in an uncoordinated fashion. They can never seem to get enough of each other — "Bed" is all he breathes out. Bobby is quick to follow the silent order, his fingers fidget with his button and zipper as he makes his way over to their bed. Pyro makes a detour for the condoms and lube in the bedside table..

"We're gonna have to make it fast- soon Charles or one of the others is gonna come find us" Bobby unfortunately points out. They didn't exactly go unnoticed when leaving the room.. John drags his feet over to the door, turning the lock which makes Bobby lazily roll his eyes; "you're only gonna get us in more trouble". A giddy grin plays along Pyro's face. He has a long history with getting in trouble, what's one more time? "You have my full permission to blame this all on me".

Bobby's jeans are unzipped showing his very obvious bulge through the thin fabric of his boxers. Which John can't help but take attention to.. "You're a pain in my-" his words are cut off by Pyro rushing their lips together. "Stop talking" he huffs out, as their bodies join once again. Bobby's hand slides to the curve of John's back, quickly venturing down to grab at his ass. Palming and gripping as he pulls him in closer. His other hand finds its way between the two of them, "I'm surprised I got you to dress this nice" Bobby says through a smile, their lips only mere inches apart. Every hot breath shared, every spoken word making their lips brush together. Iceman slowly pulls the zipper down from John's slacks —

John put up a big fight this afternoon when Bobby insisted on him dressing nice for the meeting. He couldn't show up in a rugged jacket and cargo pants.. They were able to settle on him wearing a nice T-shirt and slacks he bought years again and never got around to wearing. "Mmm" John mumbles into the kiss; "Mm- yeah just get them off me" he finishes as he pulls away. Bobby does as he's told, pushing his boyfriend's pants past his hips. Pyro kicks off his shoes, pants soon following along with his shirt. His tight boxers hug him in all the right places, and fuck it only makes Iceman's feel even tighter — Bobby starts unbuttoning his shirt but is quickly stopped; "keep your clothes on".

Bobby doesn't get dressed up often, it's a rare sight. But holy hell a good one. He always wears button ups that are a little too tight for his physique, and slacks that hug around his thighs.. John doesn't know whether he wants to tear his clothes off and see every inch of him underneath or be fucked into the bed while still fully clothed— Bobby's suddenly being pushed onto the bed, a low groan escaping his throat as his back hits the mattress. "We should get you dressed up more often" John expresses as he straddles the man's lap. Iceman instantly is sitting up and grabbing the back of his neck, pulling Pyro in for a deep kiss. Their teeth slightly clashing from the sudden force of their lips meeting.. He slowly guides him to lie back down as their mouths stay attached in a heated kiss- Bobby's hands roaming his body.

"Slow down" John says, smiling against the other's lips. "You're the one who dragged us here to have sex while the president is in the building, why don't you hurry up instead", Bobby doesn't mean to sound so snarky but how can he sit here patiently while John looks like this on his lap.. "just lay there and be good" Pyro orders as he sits up, his body on full display. Muscles slightly flexing and stretching. Everyday Bobby is reminded how hard it is to keep his hands to himself. But he also can't help but do what he's told — Pyro reaches for the lube he discarded on the bed earlier. Then slowly removes his boxers which Bobby can't help but watch carefully, memorizing every inch below the fabric. You'd think he'd never seen action by how hard he gets, how much he's leaking just from seeing another man undress.

There's many ways Bobby looks at John, lovingly, annoyed.. but right now the way he's looking up at him, it's a silent plea. He knows he can easily flip them and take control, get what he knows they both want. But instead he lays there, patiently, leaving everything in John's hands. Pyro pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers before reaching back and slowly pushing one finger past the tight muscle. He lets out a low moan, his other hand gripping onto Bobby's shirt for leverage. He quickly adds another finger to work himself open, slowly but thoroughly moving and stretching his fingers. Pyro's eyes fall close, head tipping forward, mouth slightly agape. Bobby's hands fidget at where they lay, he wants to be the one opening him up. Feeling his walls around his fingers, feeling the warmth..

John brushes against Bobby's own hard on, the first touch he's gotten in what feels like forever. But as sudden as the pleasure is there the more suddenly it's gone.. he lifts his hips back up, fingers almost sliding completely out of him. The position isn't the best to open himself up in — "let me help" it's a question not an offer, Bobby knows better. John only shakes his head as a sigh escapes his throat. Fingers expertly twisting and stretching inside of himself. In moments like this he'd drag it on, make Bobby wait even more, even during times when he's already opened up enough. But he needs him inside him now.. holding back all day is long enough for him, John can't go another second. He pushes his fingers all the way in, spreading them apart and pressing against all the good spots one last time.

Removing his fingers Pyro sighs at the loss, his walls clenching around nothing.. as he removes the condom from the wrapper Bobby helps by tucking the band of his boxers under his balls. Letting John roll the condom on, which Bobby can't help but let a groan slip out— his hips lift, knees planted firmly into the bed on either side of Iceman. He didn't let himself completely prepare- open himself up enough, both men too impatient to take it slow. "Fuck" John mumbles, his voice sounding strangled.. the head pushes past the muscle, groans escaping both almost simultaneously. Pyro slowly guides it in until he's fully settled, every inch filling him. In this position Bobby's able to reach the deepest parts of him. Every slight movement, every adjustment makes John's insides spasm and tighten.

He hasn't even started moving yet John's cock is leaking, angry red from how pent up he is.. Bobby's hands find his boyfriend's waist, grabbing it not to guide him but only to feel the warmth of his skin. He knows he's not in control here- Their eyes meet, John's looking heavy as ever while Bobby still can't help but look at him like he's pleading for something more. And he is. No words need to be passed between the two, John knows what he wants, what to give him. He lifts ever so slightly before slowly lowering back down.. a soft almost inaudible moan leaves Bobby's lips. He wants to thrust up so bad, to feel something more alluring. Yet he can only take what's given. John keeps the slow pace, one hand flat against Iceman's chest to keep himself balanced.

Every painfully slow movement up and down he can feel every inch crowding his walls. Causing gasps to escape every time he bottoms out. John rolls his hips forward, grounding down; "fuck John.." Bobby groans out, his fingers digging into the other's waist. Hearing his name falling from Bobby's lips sends a shiver of pleasure down to his groin.. the pace speeds up, sweat starting to stick to his forehead making his skin glisten. Iceman swears he can never get tired of this view. Watching John please himself, watching how his face conforms into the look of pleasure. Muscles flexing at every roll and lift of his hips, his thighs clamping around his hips. Fingers gripping onto his button up..

Bobby runs his hands along the curve of Pyro's sides, hands feeling over the smooth, warm skin. "You feel so good" Bobby groans, his head tilting back into the bed. The words only encourage John to give him more, raising and falling more quickly. Hips rolling forward making them both feel a high of pleasure — every movement is slowly becoming erotic, both chasing pleasure not caring about the world around them — Looking at Bobby like this.. hair messed up, white dress shirt clinging to his body, slightly pushed up showing his stomach. Lips glossy and red, god he already looks fucked out- John leans back, one hand on Bobby's thigh as he uses all his strength to fuck himself down. In this position his cock is hitting those bundles of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He swears he isn't gonna last much longer like this..

I guess it's the same for Bobby, John knows when he's getting close. By the way his hips can't help but judder up, face flush.. "don't cum yet" he orders. Pyro slows his movements, repositioning until he's fully bent over, their lips mere inches apart. "Not until I say you can" he whispers through a breath. Bobby wants to protest, beg even but he stays quiet — John is barely moving now, dragging out every motion. He lazily starts kissing the other, his hand cupping Iceman's face. Every time Pyro grinds down his cock rubs against the other man's belly, rubbing precum all over his nice shirt.. but neither are to complain.

Bobby makes a bold move, hands on John's waist he starts guiding him. Gradually making him move quicker, and fuck John would tell him off but his thighs are already aching so a little help he'll let slide. "This is so much better than a meeting" Bobby groans into the kiss. The statement makes Pyro laugh, Bobby saying sex is better than going to a meeting, following a rule? Not even twenty minutes ago Bobby was ready to rip him a new one about how unprofessional and stupid it is for them to be doing this right now.. "can't believe you just said tha-" his voice breaks off into a rousing moan. Bobby has snapped his hips up.. John buckles forward even more, head cowering into the curve of the other's neck. Sobs spilling from his mouth.. every last bit of control is wiped from him, he needs more.

Their lips come close together once again, brushing together at every movement. Every moan and sigh being shared, along with filling the room with obscene noises. John places a sloppy kiss against his jaw, teeth soon joining to nibble against the soft skin. "Flip us over", it's Bobby's command to take control, to fuck John into the bed until he's pleased. And he does not waste a second — Pyro's back hits the bed with a slight bounce, legs bent over his boyfriend's thighs. Being on top might've made him feel more of Bobby, but in this position especially when they are both on the brink of tipping over the edge- it feels so much better. John reaches for the nearest thing which is Iceman's arm beside his head. With every punch of Bobby's hips, his cock hitting all the right spots.. Nailing right into that sweet spot, John has trouble controlling the moans and words escaping him. God he really hopes everyone is still downstairs—

"Fuc- You can cum" he barely manages to get out. His nails digging into Bobby's arm, head tilting back into the bed, hips uncontrollably grinding down for more. "John- John, fuck it feels good" Bobby spills out, his orgasm hitting him like a train. His hips don't stop, not even slowing. Pyro is soon following behind, covering his own stomach in warm seed. Bobby is fully bent over him, his own hand tangled in John's hair. They are both sharing heavy breathes, little groans still escaping them as the wave of pleasure crash over them. Iceman's hips start to slow, letting them both come down from the high.. "I love you" Bobby whispers.. John doesn't answer, only moving ever so slightly to connect their lips. This kiss is different, it's sloppy but not because they are worked up but because they are in a haze. Bodies tired, muscles aching. Yet they stay close together, basking in each other, not wanting to pull away just yet..

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"Logan and Kitty with me" Scott starts, laying out everyone's duties. "Storm, Rogue with Jean — Bobby and John I want you to stay back in case they loop back around". Once everyone knows what they are doing they go their separate ways, most of them heading off the jet while Bobby and John stay behind — Pyro flops down on the bench seats in the back so he can rest, they've been at this for hours and he wants to go back to the school. "I'm surprised you didn't start a fight with Scott when he told you to stay back, are you finally taking my advice"? Bobby says with a raise of his eyebrows.

John hates when he's dumbed down. When Scott or the others treat him like he's still a kid. But last time he made a big deal about it, it didn't end well.. "Shut up" He grumbles in response. It definitely still pisses him off but no good in causing another huge scene and ruining everything, plus he has something else on his mind. A better way to spend his time. Bobby walks over to John, placing his body in front of him. "Come on get up we have to keep a look out" Iceman says as he kicks his leg, peering down at the man. Bobby doesn't even know why he even tries to get him to listen, never worked, never will.

"We both know they aren't coming back this way" John says as he leans back further, eyes scanning the body before him. He can't help but pay attention to the way Bobby's suit outlines the curve of his body. How tight it fits his form, wrapping around his thighs and biceps.. "Come on get up" Bobby urges again. John doesn't say anything, only leaning his head back and closing his eyes, arms folded across his chest. He looks so pretty — without thinking Bobby leans down and forward just enough to make their lips collide. His hands coming on each side of Pyro's body to hold onto the seat, keeping himself up. The kiss takes John off guard, body tensing up before melting quickly into the kiss.. it lasts longer than Bobby intends. He starts pulling away before he gets carried away-

John chases up into the kiss, hands sliding down Bobby's back to grip at his ass. Soon his teeth join, biting at the bottom lip before sliding his tongue over it to soothe it. Before Bobby can pull away again John is pulling him back into the kiss, his own body arching up to press their bodies together; "John not right now" Bobby huffs out, only turning his head away. Pyro's lips find a junction under his jaw, mouthing at it and lapping his tongue. Like he's food and John can't get enough— Even with Iceman's words saying different, blood is still pooling to his dick, hardening quickly with how the other is pressing and grinding up into him. Even though, through the thick material of their gear there isn't a lot of friction. "You started it".

"I just wanted to kiss you" Bobby mutters, his breath quickening. He can't help but push into the other's touch, kneeling against the bench. "Since when do we just kiss"? John asks with a teasing tone. He pulls back enough to meet his eyes but hands venturing to the opening of Bobby's uniform, getting ready to take it off. John's quickly stopped, Bobby doesn't pull his hands away only stilling them; "We're supposed to be keeping a look out". Pyro rolls his eyes and groans, always giving an attitude even when someone has a good point. Sure he doesn't wanna get caught but there's also a high chance they won't , he's been on enough missions to know how it always goes. "They won't be coming back this way, they aren't stupid".

"And what if the others come back? If we get caught we're both gonna get dropped from the team" Bobby says clearly, trying to knock some sense into the other, while also trying to knock some sense into himself.. it's no lie he wants to continue this but he's supposed to be the smarter one here, stop them from getting in trouble like always. "They won't be back for at least an hour, Scott doesn't give up that easily" John says before pressing their lips together in a lasting kiss. There's no argument from Iceman- Pyro's lips venture to his neck, leaving wet kisses.

Bobby's actions counteract his words, he's saying not here, not now but his hips are pushing forward, head tilting to give John more clearance. And fuck is John taking the invitation. With the cuff of Bobby's suit there isn't much room to bite and suck but he makes do. Pyro's lips and teeth clash with the cold skin, not wasting any time or giving it a second thought when he sucks a deep bruise into the curve of Bobby's jaw— and if the chance of getting caught wasn't already high, it just got higher. Maybe hiding the flush faces and exhausted looks will be easy but the marks John is leaving have no easy excuse. And that thought alone should knock some sense into them but neither budge, nor stop.

John undoes the other man's top, letting it fall to the ground behind him. Callous hands find Bobby's soft skin, fingers gliding along the figure of his chest. Feeling over muscles that rise slightly on his stomach before finding his hip to pull him in closer. "You could at least stand up, I feel like I'm gonna fall on you" Bobby states, one hand against the seat, knees leaning on the bench. His body is completely drawn over John, shadowing over him — Pyro doesn't say anything, his lips still attached to the other's neck. He prefers Bobby like this, above him, looking down on him.. John uses his free hand to start undoing his own pants, unclasping the belt then the button and zipper before he holts his movements.

He sits fully back into the bench, making a space grow between them. "Easier if we do this standing up", the words come out as more of a question. Bobby answers it by straightening himself up and taking a step back to give John space — once he rises to his feet he turns around, back facing Iceman. Pyro pushes his pants below his waist, letting it gather just below his knees. Bobby can't help but reach out, hand finding his hip, lips pressing against the small behind his ear. John basically melts into the touch, his back meeting Bobby's bare chest — Iceman slips his fingers underneath the other man's boxer band, getting ready to remove them before he abruptly stops; "Wait we don't have lube".

"We don't need it" John answers as he pushes his boxers down, letting them gather with his pants. He places one knee on the bench, placing one hand on the top of the seat to keep himself steady. Bobby's hand slides from his hip, fingers gliding down the curve of his thigh, before coming up to grab at his ass. "What's that supposed-" Bobby chokes on his last words, they seem to get caught in his throat as his fingers find what exactly John means— these two have been sleeping together for awhile, they've tried things but this? This is new and surprising.. he's wearing a butt plug- Bobby's fingers glide over the rubber material, slightly pushing at it which causes a shiver to run down Pyro's spine. "This was your plan the whole time wasn't it? Damn you John" Bobby sneers. He isnt totally annoyed with him, actually more like really fucking turned on.. "What? I knew we were gonna be the ones left behind to watch over the jet again, so thought I'd be prepared to pass the time" John says with an innocent tone like he wasn't walking around with it in this entire time.

"Not really my thing if I'm hon- fuck!" John's eyes pinch close, voice changing in pitch as Bobby, not so gentle, pulls it out. His hands grip tightly around the seat, jaw falling slack, legs already unsteady- the plug lands on the seat next to John as Bobby undoes his belt and pants. "You could be more gentle" Pyro says in between heavy breaths, his snarky tone wiped away. "You started it" Bobby responds rather quickly, mocking his earlier words which only makes John chuckle — Iceman wraps his hand around his cock, suddenly pressing his head against the opening. He's able to push in with ease, John's insides are covered in lube. Walls loosened almost enough for Bobby to enter without any resistance.

"Bobby.." John sighs, head bowing forward. His walls spasm around Bobby's cock, making them both let out soft noises. Having that thing inside him for hours, touching all the right spots every time he shifted or walked- has made Pyro on the edge but always needing something a little more, now that he finally has it, it feels better than ever.. slowly Iceman starts moving his hips, pushing in ever so gently before pulling out half way. Every slow pull John can feel every inch of him crowding his insides. He reaches so deep. The pace starts slow, working them up to a quicker speed. Bobby stops pulling out as far instead punching his hips forward quicker, every quick thrust causing John to move forward.

His grip on the bench grows tighter, white knuckling it every time the head of Bobby's cock hits those bundles of nerves causing pleasure to course through John. He reaches between his own legs taking his leaking cock into his hand, stroking it at the pace he's getting fucked. It only heightens the pleasure, causing more moans to slip off his tongue. He isn't alone though Bobby can't keep quiet either. More softer, quieter moans coming from him but enough their noises fill the room — "are you gonna put it back in after?" Bobby starts; "feel my cum inside you all day" he finishes, voice sounding raspy. The words go straight to Pyro's dick, he's never heard something like that come from Iceman's mouth. He's not even into wearing the plug but fuck if it ends like this every time..

Bobby digs his fingers into John's hip, holding onto him tighter as starts fucking into him harder. Using all his leftover energy to make Pyro feel so good- John squeezes the tip of his cock trying to stop himself from cumming prematurely, he's been needing this all day and he doesn't want it to end so soon, all because he can't keep himself under control. Doesn't help he's felt close to falling over the edge ever since he put the plug in. And Bobby always knows how to fuck him just right. How to make his mind go hazy until he's nothing but a mess.. "f-fuck! Bobby", he can't help the words coming out of himself anymore. Nor the sounds. Pleasure overtaking him, making his walls tighten around Bobby's cock which sure as hell doesn't help him. Just alone Iceman could get off on the noises the other makes, but being inside him. Feeling every inch, feeling him tighten..

Bobby wraps his arm around John's midsection, pulling him up so their bodies are flush together. "You feel so good" he groans in John's ear. Hips snapping forward at an abusing pace. Pyro reaches his arm back, fingers tangling into Bobby's hair. "God.. right there" John sobs more loudly than he intends. His back arching, his hips pushing back for more. Neither of them can get enough — John is so much louder than Bobby during sex, when they first slept together he tried staying quiet. Like his ego couldn't let Bobby hear how good it felt, but after a while he can't help the whines crawling out his throat. And the little too loud moans, mixed with the slurred fucks and 'Bobby'— Bobby never cared much for his name being said during sex until John said it..

"I'm close" John groans as he nears his climax, not being able to hold back anymore. Bodies being pressed impossibly close together, sweat clinging to John's body, hickeys littering Bobby's neck. They're on full display. Too focused on their pleasure, sounds they make drowning out everything else around them — Scott circled back around sooner than anyone anticipated, he meant to come back to make sure everything was okay over here. Especially after what happened last time John was left to watch over the jet— but instead he was greeted with something else; "how is every-" Scott's voice breaks off in a surprised oh. Eyes wide in shock before pinching them close. He instantly turns back around to leave. Hurrying down the ramp. "Shit" Bobby grits, quickly parting the two and fixing his pants. He scrambles for his clothes, hands uncoordinated and shaky. "I told you" Bobby raises his voice.

This time- for the first time John doesn't say something smart back. He’s sitting on the bench, boxers pulled up but struggling to get his pants on. Why does Hank make these so tight.. doesn’t help his body still feels weak. A deep laugh comes from John, head slightly tilting back. “Why the hell are you laughing?” Bobby bites. He’s chucking his top back on while John sits back, hand over his bulge slightly pressing his palm down without realizing. Bobby has to mentally kick himself, they just got caught by Scott yet all he’s thinking about is bending John over again.. “you just got caught fucking someone while on a mission” Pyro says with a smirk, a laugh hiding behind it.

“We got caught” Bobby emphasizes the word we. Making sure he knows they are both getting in trouble- “Yeah but he expects something like that from me, not from his perfect little soldier Bobby” John says with a teasing tone, his hand sliding between his bare thighs. Bulge through his boxers on full display. Bobby has to force himself to tear his eyes away. “You’re an asshole” he mutters; “and get dressed” he finishes with..

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John isn't good at taking compliments, or talking good about himself. All those horrible things people say about him are true, he knows that. And although he doesn't let it show the words get to him, Bobby knows better. Even when John responds with something snarky or only grins when someone insults him Bobby can see the way his eyes get heavy and his mood shifts. It bothers him what people say. What is said isn't untrue but there's also good about him and Bobby wants him- no, needs him to know that. Maybe that's why they ended up in this situation..

A little over an hour ago Bobby brought up some stuff the others in the school said about John, he was trying to uplift him and say those things aren't true. But John quickly shut it down with a laugh, pretending it doesn’t matter to him. But he knows his boyfriend better than anyone else so he pushed, and picked at him until the truth finally came out. Well kind of. He didn't necessarily admit what others say upsets him, but with a sadden look, softer voice he said; "we both know what they say is true, I'm a horrible person even I can admit that". Bobby didn't like how he talked about himself, cause he isn't all bad. He sees the good in him, and he'll make sure John sees it too—

In front of a long mirror Bobby is sitting on his knees fully clothed, John planted on his lap completely naked. His body is on full display for them both to see. His soft skin is littered in marks, light hickies Bobby left earlier.. "Come on, this is stupid.." John mumbles, his head bowing so he doesn't have to look at his reflection. Iceman only presses his lips to the nape of his neck. His hips slightly jostling as his cock is buried deep in the other man. "All you have to do is admit you're a good person" Bobby whispers into his skin. Easier asked than done — Bobby runs his hand along Pyro's thigh, hand smoothing over the skin, dipping down to grip at his inner thigh. His other hand slowly pumps John's leaking cock causing little moans to escape from him.

"It's only four words, you can do it", his voice is so gentle when talking to him, partly making John melt while also ticking him off. He doesn't wanna be talked to like he's some kid but at the same time the way Bobby encourages him, adding small praises makes his heart skip. Cock feeling heavier.. "You're so annoying" Pyro grits through his teeth. His eyes scan up, looking at the way Bobby looks behind him. His eyes quickly drop when he focuses on his own body a little too much. He's not necessarily self conscious, this is just a really embarrassing situation. How his legs are spread and open, sweat starting to stick to his damp skin. Cock on full display. God and the way he looks so small on Bobby's lap even though the height difference isn't much and Bobby isn't much bigger.

The hand between John's thighs moves to grab onto his waist, lifting him up ever so slightly so Bobby can gently thrust up into him. "Fuck.." Pyro moans under his breath. His own hand coming up to lay upon Bobby's. Everything about this is slow and gentle, it feels like he's been being edged for hours. John only wants to cum.. "look in the mirror for me" Iceman tenderly orders; "Johnny.. see how perfect you look". The compliment makes John's stomach turn but he does as he's told. Eyes meeting his own in the mirror, it feels dirty to keep eye contact with himself as he gets fucked — "good, so good" Bobby whispers, moving his hand a little quicker around John's cock as an award.

John tries to stifle the noises trying to escape his throat. It's embarrassing as it is he doesn't also wanna see himself moan.. luckily finally after an hour of this excruciating edging his orgasm starts to build up, balls tightening. Muscles tensing up. He doesn't know what's better, the pleasure or this finally being over- or so he thought. Bobby knows the signs of him being close so right when he's about to cum all his movements stop. A gutted groan coming from John at the defeat, eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm fades away. "Not yet, I need you to say it first" Bobby keeps his voice low, tone steady even though he's also on the edge. "Tell me how good you are, tell me you're not all bad. That's there's good in you, because there is.. I know it".

Another praise making John's cock twitch in his boyfriend's hand. He won't admit he likes it but Bobby doesn't need to be told, he can tell just by how the others body is reacting to each little word- "why? It doesn't matter" John's voice comes out hurriedly, tone clearly annoyed. He can't say something he doesn't believe.. "because I need you to know it's the truth, I want you to see what I see in you", Bobby pampers his neck and shoulders in kisses as he speaks. Giving it enough time for his orgasm to fully fade. Iceman starts stroking him slowly, giving his wrist a slight twist every once in a while. His hips stay still, but head pressing against John's prostate so every small adjustment causes a bolt of pleasure to run through him. "Say it for me and I'll let you cum".

Pyro doesn't need permission, he won't ask for it. But something in him wants to obey, wants to wait until he's told. But he also can't bring himself to praise himself. It's so easy for Bobby to say since he's the only one who actually sees the good in John, no one else has or will.. his eyes veer away from the mirror once again. But quickly corrected by Bobby who is keeping an eye on his every move; "eyes on the mirror" a gentle order he can't help but follow. "Good boy" Iceman smiles. Pre-cum drips from John's cock, shiver running up and down his spine. Fuck he feels pathetic for getting off on being called a good boy- lifting Pyro up once again Bobby starts slowly grinding up into him, giving him more.

"You look so good for me" Bobby continues the praises, letting them spill out. 'For me'. John focuses on those two words, how they sound, how they make him feel, what they mean.. it doesn't feel possessive to him, more like an honor that he is Bobby's. He knows he doesn't even come close to what Bobby deserves. He deserves someone so much better, someone nicer and gentle. Someone who can actually say I love you without it getting caught in his throat. Someone who doesn't get into fights over small things that don't matter. Someone who isn't John.. but little does he know Bobby likes him for who he is. He likes his toughness, he likes his attitude and simply just the way he is. Now it's not easy to deal with but that doesn't matter. He likes him this way and he wouldn't take him any other way.

"And you're a good person.. in your own way" Iceman starts with, his hand around his boyfriend's cock starting to move quicker. Becoming more abusing. "You fight for others.. you protect me.. you make sure I'm all right.." His tone is soft. "And even if your actions aren't perfect you're still doing it for a good cause". Bobby isn't wrong. Maybe using violence and anger to protect mutants isn't the best choice. He's still doing it to protect them and that makes him a good person. And with the whole making sure Bobby's okay, how could he not? He's his best friend, his boyfriend he cares for him. Sometimes he has a hard time showing it but it's clear he does..

"Mm' I'm so close" John mumbles. His eyes are focused on their reflection, it's easier to look when he focuses on Bobby. Watch the way he kisses his shoulders, the way his hand looks upon John's waist.. "tell me you're a good person- come on you can do it" Bobby assures, words whispering directly into Pyro's ear. Nothing is said but Iceman doesn't stop just yet — John digs his nails into Bobby's thighs, he wants to cum so bad.. he just needs to say it. A couple, simple, small words. But why do they feel stuck? "You're doing amazing all I need is for you to say it" Bobby's tone is persuading- or maybe it just turns John on it making it hard to think straight. "I'm-" he starts, voice dwindling off.

"You got this" a breathy praise making it past Bobby's lips.. Pyro feels like he's about to burst, his cock is angry red. And god the way Iceman feels moving inside of him — "I'm good a person" it all comes out in one breath, almost inaudible from how swiftly he speaks. He's quickly rewarded with praises and Bobby's hips snapping up quicker; "Mmm.. good boy, go ahead cum for me". That's all it takes for John to fall over the edge, cum spilling out covering his boyfriend's hand in warm liquid. Hips sputtering as he's milked dry, praises on end until the high of the orgasm passes over.

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With Bobby being in good shape he holds a little more muscle around his chest, giving John just the right amount to grip around his pecs. And lately he seems to be fixated on them every time they have sex, which is no problem. Bobby isn't one to complain. He likes the way John touches him, how his hands feel gripping and dragging along his chest. And god his mouth is the best part.. but things seem to escalate past the normal touching, putting Bobby in a very embarrassing position- literally.

— the morning sun is starting to peek through the window, washing both of their bodies in the sunlight. Pyro is on his stomach, sprawled out over his boyfriend, leg thrown over his, arm over his chest, head in the curve of his neck. He says he doesn't like cuddling yet this is how they wake every morning.. a slight grumble comes from John, the sun is at just the right angle to wake him from his sleep; "Fucking Christ". He turns his head a little more, burying it into the curve of Bobby's neck. Breathing in his morning musk. He tries falling back into sleep but already his mind is running a million miles per hour about thoughts that are working him up— he blames it on how Bobby smells, how his skin feels against his, the way they're both pressed so closely together. In all honesty though Pyro just doesn't know how to keep it in his pants.

His hand slowly drags over Iceman's stomach, feeling the faint hair that leads a trail from his belly down to his groin. His hand continues the slow drag, feeling over the other man's stomach and sides, in a soothing manner. "Bobby" John whispers as he turns his head only enough to place a chaste kiss against his jaw. There's no response, not even a slight movement from Bobby. To be fair the sun is just barely rising, it's early and they had a long day yesterday.. Pyro knows he should go back to sleep but he isn't good at doing what's best. He keeps the slow movement of his fingers, gliding them over the soft skin yet purposefully touching the places he knows Bobby is ticklish in. John can occasionally feel the little spasms as he does so..

"Bobby" he whispers a little louder this time, his lips purposely close to his ear. He places a wet kiss against his cheek, trailing them down to his neck. That gets Bobby adjusting in his sleep. John can't help but graze his teeth against the cold skin before sucking down, leaving a small bruise that will fade off quickly — a low mumble comes from the other boy. "Morning", Pyro smiles into his neck, tongue soothing over the mark he made. "We don't have to be up for hours" is all he responds with, eyes still closed. John's hand slips a little too close to the other's groin before slowly dragging back up. He continues to place small kisses along Bobby's neck, occasionally following the curve of his jaw. They are innocent enough but they both know what he's trying to do..

"Johnny.. it's early", morning voice peeking through the mumbling. That only gets John more worked up, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine. "You can just lay there" he responds with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Bobby can't help but smile at his words, a slight laugh bubbling up. "You're so annoying" Iceman mutters before he connects their lips in a lazy kiss. Bobby isn't one to turn down the offer even when he only wants to go back to sleep. He could say no, John would listen he always does but neither will be able to fall back asleep now — it all starts slow, lips molded together moving in sequence. Bobby's fingers are in the other man’s hair, gently playing with the strands. And of course John's hand is feeling around his body, eventually finding his shirtless chest. Fondling with his pecs before dragging his finger down stomach then back up.

"I wanna try something" Pyro whispers into the slow kiss.. he slowly rises from where he's lying, abandoning his boxers along the way. Bobby sits up but a hand on his chest is quick to guide him back down; "just lie there". He throws one leg over his hip, placing himself down on his boyfriend's lap. A familiar sight— John reaches into the bedside table pulling out a half empty bottle of lube. Iceman doesn't ask anything questions, only watching. His own hands soon glide along his thighs before finding their place on John's hips — a small amount of lube is poured onto his chest, now this is new.. Pyro uses his hands to rub it around, coating the skin in a thin layer. Fingers kneading at his chest, massaging into the plump skin which only makes Bobby hum in approval.

He brings his other hand up, finally giving attention to his dick. One, two pumps and he's already fully hard. Iceman is straining in his own pants but doesn't dare to complain. He could get off on this sight alone— John scoots up, planting himself on the other's stomach. At the right height to push the head of his cock into Bobby's pec. It pulls a low groan from John's throat, his eyes heavy. Every time he pumps his hips forward, sliding his cock against the slick chest, the tip gets dangerously close to Bobby's face. And fuck now all he can think about is his mouth being used.. "you're not gonna be able to finish like this" Bobby finally speaks up. But his words don't seem to do much, John doesn't stop.

John grabs his cock, rubbing the head against his nipples. Bobby's body shudders at the sudden sensation. His chest- nipples aren't usually very sensitive but it feels different today. "Keep looking at me like that and this will all be over too soon.." John's voice sounds airy, almost soft spoken — without realizing Bobby coats his lips, tongue slowly gliding along them. His eyes are wide open yet slightly heavy as he looks at his boyfriend, focusing on every movement, every moan.. if he knew how John would look humping his chest like a fucking dog in heat they would've done this way sooner. It's almost pathetic to watch. Seeing him trying to get off, hips juddering. Mouth agape and eyes still completely focused on Bobby's chest. Watching the way his pecs slightly indent every time he pushes the head of his cock into them.

He wishes he could fuck in between them, use them like they're a hole.. but all he can do is grind against them like a pillow. It's enough to please him though. One of John's hands fondles his chest, digging his fingers into the skin before squeezing the pec in his hand. "Let me help" Bobby says, it's an offer but he doesn't wait for the answer. He wraps one of his hands around John's cock the other still lying on his hip. With everything being covered in lube Pyro is able to thrust into his fist, the head of his cock still rubbing against his boyfriend's chest. Every jab of his hips sends waves of pleasure down his spine. Soft groans and gutted moans spilling off his tongue — Bobby helps by occasionally tightening his fist or twisting his wrist to give Pyro more. And it seems to be doing the job.. his cock is leaking like crazy, the tip angry red.

The position is a bit awkward but Bobby can't lie he isn't enjoying the view. He's completely dazed on what's happening, focusing on the feeling of John grinding against him, cock pumping in and out of his fist. And fuck his ears are blessed with the sounds he's making — he wishes he could wake up to this everyday. John grabs the headboard in front of him using it as leverage to punch his hips forward at a more alluring speed. His own chest rising and dropping quickly, eyes threatening to shut as he gets lost in pleasure. His mind is fuzzy, not being able to think of a single coherent thought. He won't admit it but John's been imagining doing this for weeks. He doesn't really know what came over him but the thought of using Bobby's chest to get off was occupying his mind for weeks.. kissing it, bitting it, gripping them, licking it, that's all fun to do but being able to push his cock against the plump skin has come to be a way better decision.

"John" Bobby sighs from beneath him. Within seconds of hearing his name stagger from his boyfriend's lips in a way that makes him sound wreaked, John's cock is twitching, spilling warm cum all over his chest. "Oh.. fuck" Pyro groans. His hips stilling as the last bit of cum drips out, coating Bobby's chest, some smearing on his hand — "that was- what are you doing?" Iceman cuts himself off as his hands scurry to stop the other but it's too late.. John drags his tongue along his chest, lapping up cum before swallowing it down. Now that's a sight to see- Bobby swallows hard, his cock suddenly feeling very restricted. He watches carefully as Pyro uses his tongue to clean his chest, humming after he swallows his own seed. All these new things are making him feel dizzy but only because every shred of self control has left his body and now all he wants to do is flip John over and fuck him into the bed..

John rises just enough to connect their lips, left over cum being mixed into their saliva. It’s salty yet bitter, Bobby can’t help but moan into the kiss, savoring every taste of him..

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Bobby somehow convinced John to go out to dinner with Kitty and Rogue. The two girls have been nagging them to go out for months but John prefers staying in for dinner. Or well for everything, going out isn't his thing. But Bobby basically begged until he finally agreed— John is sitting across from his boyfriend at the table. "We need to do this more often" Kitty exclaims. The others are quick to agree except John who has been very quiet the whole time. Barely touching his food but that's only because even after Bobby warned him to not eat a snack beforehand he still did and now he's not very hungry. "Is it past your bedtime Johnny?" Rogue teases as she notices how quiet he's being. Pyro only flips her off. Don't be fooled, the two get along but more like a pair of siblings who want to kill each other..

Twenty minutes go by, Bobby talking the girls' ear off. They finished their dinner a while ago but have yet to grab the check and honestly John's bored out his mind. He's ready to go home. But the others seem far from it- there's a sudden nudge against Bobby's ankle. He passes it off as an accident not really paying attention. But a few seconds later his jeans are getting tucked up around his shin. The toes of John's shoe sliding underneath the denim. His foot strokes up and down against the other man's leg.. Bobby flashes his eyes over at him but Pyro is looking off, not paying attention to anything around him. Probably in his head thinking about when they are gonna go home- Iceman goes back to his conversation, the foot still playing along his leg but it's innocent enough so he lets him do his thing. As long as it keeps John occupied.

"Next time we should go to this pizza place downtown, it's so good" Kitty says with a smile. Sparking up a new conversation. "Is it the one next to the cafe?" Rogue asks and her question is quickly answered with a nod. Bobby decides to join the conversation, adding in his two cents about the restaurant; "I've been there it's pretty goo- good" he stutters on his last word, muscles tensing up as a foot originally playing along his leg deserts its spot and is now pressing against his crotch. Kitty gives him a weird look, about to ask if he's okay before he plays it off by clearing his throat.. fingers dig into John's ankle, not removing his foot but trying to get his attention. Not that he can say anything in front of the other two. John finally looks over at him, hand resting under his chin, fingers covering the grin on his face but it doesn't go completely unnoticed.

The only thing Iceman can do is give him a look of warning, silently telling him this isn't the place to mess around. Dumb of him to think he will listen.. Pyro presses his shoe into his crotch with more force this time. Bobby reacts by digging his nails into the soft skin of his leg but not in warning this time. He swallows down a groan, trying to keep the look of pleasure off his face. John pulls his leg back but only to slip his shoe off, leaving it to lay on the floor. It's quickly returned, the ball of his foot applying pressure to the bulge slowly growing in his boyfriend's pants. Bobby leans over the table, using his body to try and hide what's happening.. Luckily Rogue and Kitty are too caught up in a conversation to notice anything.

John makes small circles with his foot, flexing it to apply more force. Bobby glides his fingers along Pyro's leg, hand slipping under his jeans feeling the light hair scattered. His hand comes back, palm pressing against his boyfriend's foot to hold it in place. Bobby has to force his hips to stay still, to not grind up. It takes everything in him to stay calm and collected. His fingers fidgeting with the hem of John's sock — God this is so dangerous Iceman thinks to himself but also can't bring himself to push his leg away. The constant pressure on his cock is making it twitch, needing something more. John is carefully watching the look on his face, the way Bobby bites the inside of his cheek as he presses his foot against the bulge.

Iceman removes his hand, going back to slowly running it up and down his leg, letting his boyfriend have freedom to do whatever he wants. John curls his toes around his cock through the confining jeans. Bobby can't help his hips from slightly pushing up, eyes threatening to close under the pleasure- "you okay Bobby? You've gotten quiet" Rogue genuinely asks. "Yeah- yeah" Bobby says through a forced smile, trying to keep himself presentable. Pyro only takes it as his sign to move his foot up and down, rubbing his cock at a constant speed. It's like he's trying to get them caught- "just getting tired, are you ready to head back yet John?" He asks knowing it's an easy way out, or so he thought. "No I'm good, you can keep talking" John says innocently. Of course this is the one time he's gonna be nice.

Bobby silently cusses him out. He'll reprimand him later in the privacy of their room. Where they should be right now instead of getting off under a fucking table- this isn't really John's thing anyways, I mean embarrassing Bobby and making him mad is definitely his thing but he never thought it'd happen in this way. Using his foot to get Bobby off wasn't even his plan, but he was bored and was forced to come here so why not make some fun out of it? "How was your food? I've always wanted to try that" Kitty asks, pointing directly at Bobby's plate. Of course the second he's about to speak there's more pressure on his cock. Pressing with just the right amount of force at the correct position to make him bite back a moan. Bobby's muscles tense up, balls feeling heavy.

"It's- it's uh good" he stutters out. He wraps his hand right above Pyro's ankle, holding his foot in place as he ruts up. Just enough to get more pleasure but not enough to draw any attention to his movements. Thankfully they didn't sit at a booth, chairs make it much easier to hide.. with his free hand Bobby adjusts himself in his jeans, making it more comfortable but also making it where it's easier for his foot to move along his whole cock. It sits diagonally right against his hip, still covered by his boxers and jeans. Grinding up seems to not be enough so Bobby resorts to moving John the way he wants, holding his foot down with the right amount of pressure while using his foot to move up and down the length of his bulge.

John occasionally helps by pushing the hill of his foot down.. it might just be because they're doing this in public but Bobby is reaching his peak sooner than usual especially with such little stimulation. God he won't admit it, doesn't want John to take it as an offer to do this often but knowing they can get caught. Knowing what kind of situation they're in makes it all so much more exciting. Pleasure heightened, every touching feeling ten times more electric. Oh how much he wishes they were alone though. His mind is flipping through all the things they could do, the things they have done. Memories of John on his knees, on his back under him, the noises he makes when he's close— Bobby accidentally lets a groan escape, trying to cover it up with a cough.

John takes quick attention to it though. He can feel the cock twitching under his foot, and the way Bobby's grip gets tighter. He's close. Usually he does something or says something to help fall over the edge, words telling him he feels so good or doing so good. Little praises that work him up. But that unfortunately can't be done, instead he holds eye contact with him. Bobby tries to look anywhere but at John, he's using every ounce of control to look normal but he can't help but look at him. Watching the way Pyro wets his lips, tongue gliding over them in what feels like slow-mo. And fuck the way John is looking at him, the hunger in his eyes but also the way he seems to be under control even with what's happening.

It almost feels as good as John’s hands being on his cock. Not as good but definitely enough. The fabric keeps them separated, making everything feel rough and have less friction. But the way the bottom of his foot feels being pressed against his length, the feeling when Bobby rolls his hips up to search for me. It’s almost as good as the nights when they can’t seem to slow down enough to remove their clothes, pressing their hips together as they grind into each other. Both only seeking pleasure.. Bobby guides Pyro’s foot in a quicker up and down motion, finding the right exact speed and position to make pleasure radiate throughout his body.. his heartbeat picks up, blood all rushing down stairs, balls drawing up. He can feel the wet spot in boxers spread as pre-cum beads out from the tip.

With one deep grind up Bobby's cock twitches with release. Strips of cum filling his boxer briefs. He tries to keep his breathing under control, swallowing down moans. His body suddenly feels very weak, the wave of pleasure washing over him with more force than usual.. It's honestly impressive how easily he's able to keep a straight face, to not draw attention to what's happening. Digging his nails into John's ankle helps, it helps him focus on everything around instead of getting lost in his orgasm. Even with his hips stilling he keeps John's foot in place. Not wanting to remove the pressure until it fully passes— thank god Rogue and Kitty are caught up in a conversation about some boy that joined the school. Not paying any attention to the boys. Iceman lets go of his hold letting John remove his leg and put his shoe back on.

Bobby suddenly jumps up from his seat, quickly excusing himself to the bathroom; "I'll be right back I have to use the restroom" he says words coming out rather fast. The others look at him weird but don't say anything until he's out of view. "Is he okay?" Kitty asks, looking over at John. He only shrugs pretending he doesn't know anything— Bobby hurries into the bathroom and b-lines for the nearest stall. Undoing his jeans. It's all sticky and uncomfortable, boxers wet with cum — "I'll go check on him" Pyro says as he rises from his seat..

Bobby spins around when he hears the door open and close, his body relaxing against the sink once he realizes it's a familiar face. "That was a stupid idea" Bobby glares at him from across the room. John walks up to him, closing the distance between them. "Don't act like you didn't like it" he answers with a grin. Like it? Not necessarily the best experience, but he can't say it didn't feel good. Or dislike it completely.. "You could've waited until we got home" Bobby rebuttals. As hands find his waist; "and you could've stopped me" John says before he leans up slightly to connect their lips. That's true. Bobby could've- should have stopped him. He knows John would've listened but maybe he didn't want to..

Their lips move together in sync, it's slow but dirty. And once again Iceman can't bring himself to want to stop him. John slides his hand underneath his boyfriend's shirt, feeling around his stomach and waist. Their hips meet, Pyro noticeably very hard. He's been holding back since this all started. He pushes Bobby against the sink, hands gripping at the curve of his body, lips hungrily attacking the other man's. It's all so quick until he abruptly pulls away. John's lips are glossy red with a smile. He fix's Bobby's pants before combing down his shirt making sure Iceman looks presentable before they return to the others; "I'll see you back at the table" John says with a relaxed tone. He leaves Bobby standing there wanting more.